In my last post, I told you I was challenging myself to take a risk every day. I planned doing a watercolor of the saguaro + the ocotillo growing in my backyard for Risk No. 2. It came out well enough that I decided to use if for my weekly Cactus Monday post on my other blog, for Risk No. 3.
Please don't think the reason for this post is to collect accolades for myself.
David McMahon of authorblog nominated it for Post of The Day, defying my expectations.
What a hoot!
I explained in my last post that the ocotillo + saguaro reminded me of my sister. My sisters and I were traumatized as children by all of our numerous relatives who insisted on kissing us on the lips and hugging us incessantly the entire time we were growing up. To this day, the two of us feel uncomfortable with hugging and kissing, even each other.
The Cacti-pus painting is a metaphor for our fear of hugging. And then that led me to attempt to write a Shakespearean sonnet.
The purpose for my posting about this is so that you can see how my taking a risk led to an unexpected, yet welcome surprise, which otherwise might not have been realized.
I'm posting a smaller image here so that you don't have to go to the post to see it (click to embiggen).
I'll leave you with a quote for slow-blog-day Sunday:
"I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I'm not afraid of falling into my inkpot."
Ralph Waldo Emerson